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FOOT OF PIKE'S PEAK 



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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY 

ANNA M. TWEED 

DRAWINGS BV 

GEORGE HEMUS 



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OOR aloms of humanity 
Sore buffeted by destiny,— 
We feast our wearied eyes on thee, 
Lmblem of mighty majesty, 
Unmoved as ages roll. 

Could we, when storms of passion lower, 
Or maddening strife for wealth and power 
In which we waste life's golden hour — 
Makes us forget th' immortal dower 
From Him who made the soul, 

But learn the lesson taught by thee 
In patience and humility: 
Thy silent, strong serenity, 
The beauty and the majesty 

Of calm and self control! 




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"©turd" tu Spring. 

SjPPJNG! Coy, capricious, wilful thing! 
At your call all earth awakes. 
From her winter bondage breaks. 
When the leaves begin to start, 
And life stirs in Nature's heart, 
Every rhymester tries to sing 
Something new in praise of Spring. 

Spring ! Hear the changes that you ring ! 
Timid buds peep here and there, 
Bird-songs thrill the balmy air, 
Clouds arise and snow-flakes fly, 
Blot the brightness from the sky- 
Sunshades, snow-shoes, anything 
Seems appropriate for Spring. 

Spring! See the troubles that you bring! 
Easter bonnets, gowns and frills, 
Moving-vans and kindred ills. 
Make us wish we might steer clear 
Of a season quite so dear. 
Tis a melancholy thing — 
All the bills I've owed to Spring. 

Spring! You're a sweet, coquettish thing! 
Clouds and sunshine, tears and smiles,- 
Just the same as woman's wiles — 
Gentle breezes, tender rain, 
Coax the earth to bloom again. 
After all, 'tis quite the thing — 
This ado to welcome Spring. 



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u 7jJAIR tender flowers ! How meet ye seem 
Man's frailty to portray!" 
With the passing of the summenwind 
Thy beauty fades away. 

So Death breathes over the world of men, 
Like flowers we soon are gone, 

And the gay world laughs as merrily 
When thou and I pass on. 

But Earth would be a dreary place 
Without a flower to cheer, 

Or a lark's sweet call, or a robin's note 
To tell that Spring is here. 

So may we like the fair wild flowers, 

Each humbly do his part 
To brighten the world with a sunny face 

And the joy of a cheerful heart! 




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[HO would not love to steal away 
Some long and weary summer day, 
To quiet mountains whose soft air 
Might woo the tired soul from care ! 
Where strange and lovely flowers grow, 
And murmuring pine and cedar blow; 
While through the glens, where shadows lie, 
The streamlet croons a lullaby ! 

Who would not love to while away 

The moments of this precious day, 

With friends whose friendships wax not cold, 

The friends whose hearts grow never old, 

Whose faithfulness and love endure 

Forever steadfast, ever sure! 

Then much of grief would pass Earth by 

Like cloudlets on a summer sky. 

And who can fail such friends to find 
Within a favorite book enshrined! 
For, in the mystic realms of Thought, 
Where master minds have, earnest, wrought. 
They live with him who walks apart, 
In spirit kinship-heart to heart ; 
Afford the soul sweet recompense. 
For that which fails the mortal sense. 



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A Zephyr one day took a spin down the street, 

To gambol with all that he happened to meet, 
When he snatched off my hat in his innocent play, 
And compelled me to follow his roystering way. 



I pursued it in very undignified haste, — 
Tho' my valuable time most unwilling to waste, — 
When the Wind spied a tourist, bewilchingly neat, 
And my five-dollar Stetson was tossed at her feet. 





Her rosy cheek paled wil 
And for some occult rea> 
Till I whispered the qu 

heart: 
"Tho' so sudden we mee 

For she seemed to my fa 
Which has a sad trick of 
But in this happy instano 
And gave me the reason 

The rest of my courtship 
But the end of the romat 
I am thanking a flirtatiou 
For she promised to "bio 



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She stooped to recover my vanishing tile. 
With an exquisite blush and a ravishing smile. 
When that impudent zephyr swooped down with a 

whirl, 
And into my arms flung the fair, charming girl. 



I had always been taught opportunity placed 
Directly in view should be promptly embraced, 
So I haste to assure you, I held her quite fast, 
And resolved that sweet moment should not be the 
last. 



te sudden alarm, 
she clung to my arm, 
on that flamed in my 

hy so suddenly part?" 



a good gift of Fate,— 
iving too late, — 
(came in ON TIME, 
scribbling this rhyme. 



: leave you to guess, 
I'm proud to confess: 
eeze for my wife, 
ne the rest of my life. 




(Hall to thr ffiills. 

1 An Autumn figinn) 

/|?IH, come, come away where the hills are alight 

^f With the glory of Autumn's bright glow! 

Every shrub, every tree is in splendor bedight, 

Through the woodland and valley below; 

Tis the year's dying smile; it is Flora's last blush 

As she passes from earth for a space, 

But the yolden-rod's glow and the sumac's red flush, 

The roses of summer replace. 

Oh, come, come away from the clamor and rush 

Of this hurrying tumult called Life! 

Drink deep of the beauty, the peace and the hush 

Of the woods, where sweet odors are rife ; 

The dack trees are veiled with the clematis fair, 

And the red berry* glows 'neath the vine; 

While the pine's fragrant breath fills the sweet autumn air, 

And the sunlight is golden as wine. 

Oh, come, come away where the calm hills look down 

On the passing of man's little day! 

The smiling of Fortune, Adversity's frown. 

And the pleasures that vanish away! 

Commune with the heart, bid its restlessness cease, 

May thy soul with the Infinite Love, 

For the heart's passions burn and destroy that sweet peace 

Which deriveth its source from above. 



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A BJutter 2Ctol?t. 



ji HE winter moon is flooding earth with cold, refulgent gleam, 



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And silv'ry dimples glimmer in the silent, ice-bound stream; 
The planets glisten brightly from their distant azure deeps, 
And in the Frost-King's icy arms the whole of Nature sleeps. 

The winter wind is sighing through the gaunt denuded trees 
Where dead leaves cling and shiver in the chill December breeze ; 
The city lies below me all begemmed with radiant light. 
Like a diamond-cluster sparkling on the ebon breast of Night. 

The starry dome above me and this throbbing heart below 
Are borders of the Infinite, where Science may not go; 
But my spirit, rapt in homage, from behind earth's prison bars 
Yearns to know what waits the weary soul beyond those silent stars. 



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JCAVE you seen the snow-clad mountains gleam against 

^ the turquoise sky, 

Have you watched the sunrise chase away the snowy clouds 

that lie 
Just beneath their mighty shoulders like a scarf of fleecy 

white, 
That the grim old Peak draws 'round him in the dark and 
chilly night? 



Have you noticed diamonds dancing in the crisp and bra- 
cing air. 

When Jack Frost is gayly scattering his jewels every- 
where? 

Have you not been warmed and gladdened by the sun- 
light's loving kiss? 

Oh, Winter's well worth living in a sunny land like 
this! 




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A COLLEGE professor once hied him away 

From his books and his study-time. 
When the beauty and charm of the pine-clad hills 
Wooed him to Point Sublime, 

Where Nature has lavished her sculpture and art, 

Unmatched by the skill of men, 
And revels in colors and scenes which defy 

Depiction of brush or pen. 

He was Master of Arts and Professor in Greek, 

And familiar with classical lore, 
Could you name all the points upon which he could speak, 

There wouldn't be one point more. 

Yet he found not a word in his well-stored mind, 

For the grandeur that lay at his feet, 
But a girl at his side with a giggle cried ; 

"Oh! Isn't it just too sweet!" 



(5u the §>buiir of Zrbulmi \iihe. 



fHEN Zebulon Pike and his weary men 

Tramped through valley and canon and glen, 
They stopped at the base of the mountain side— 
The royal old mountain that is our pride - 
The Peak of world-renown. 

They marched over deserts bare and brown, 
Where since has blossomed a beautiful town, 
But their courage failed and left them so weak 
That they feared the climb to the top of the Peak, 
The Peak of world-renown. 

Refrain : Oh. Zebulon Pike! Poor Zebulon Pike ! 
To give your ghost a jog, 
Say, let him come down to Manitou Town, 
And we'll take him up the Cog ! 

Could he but know of the wondrous plan, 
Conceived by the mind of a brainy man, 
To ride to the summit in comfort and ease, 
And look at the sunrise, if you please, 

From the Peak of world-renown !- Refrain: 




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